The moon did not see in the sea of light
two of the shadows dropped out of sight
dressed in the same way as the night (night was wearing white
there)
separated from the body cells
to the transcendence where the moon call dwells
through the dreams and golden star shells
cue-chalking the air.
Those two shadows were yours and mine
and to the clouds led their airline
they did not know then the folk divine
would rather scorn shadows,
while the other way around the moon,
along the other, dark side of the moon
the two were not demanded any soon;
it teemed with own shadows!
Wait, but shadows are but shadows
and such is what befalls at times
mid summer heat in these strange days
in the wonder towns;
glissaded glissaded glissaded until
beams of timid dawn
came knocking with day and dewy chill
at October morn. (But shadows...)
That said, as of the aforementioned two,
one is still waiting up the entrance stoop,
and winds of stairways are gusting through
but they are all shadows,
and the other's at the window steep
with steaming coffee, and she's not asleep
and watching vainly for the moon to creep
in deadwood of shadows.
Wait, but shadows...
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